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Thanksgiving.”
    He smiled and shook his hand, “You too. Take
care Hanna.”
    “Thanks.” She felt more lost than ever. They
walked to the elevator.
    She stepped in shaking her head as the doors
closed, “Doctor?”
    He laughed looking at her, “Eternity is a long
time love. I have several doctorates.”
    She frowned, “Is one in psychology?”
    He nodded, “It is indeed.” He stood rigidly at
the entrance not looking at her. She watched him like a tiger would
watch a hare. She couldn’t bear the smell of him, it made her want
to spin him around and kiss him passionately.
    The elevator dinged for the ground floor, waking
her from the visions she was having.
    He turned smiling at her, “Sorry I’m a bit like
Santa would be for little kids, its not intentional.” She blushed
realizing he could hear her panting as she imagined ripping his
clothes off and licking up his throat.
    She bit her lips, “How can I make it stop?”
    He shrugged, “Not sure but I know women have
grown to detest me so intensely they learned to hate the scent.” He
stepped off the elevator holding the door for her, “Perhaps you
will be one of those lucky ones.”
    She nodded wishing it as well, she hated not
controlling her feelings around him. She didn’t even know what he
was. Not like she knew what she was either.
    She made it as far as the black car waiting for
them at the front of the hospital. An older driver opened the door
for them. She climbed in first, feeling her head clear of her
feelings for him, until he got into the car. The smell filled the
car putting her into a trance. She opened the window as the driver
started the car and put her head out.
    Marcus laughed, “Its not that bad is it?”
    She groaned, “It's making me car sick is all.”
She lied. His smell was making her insane, she wanted to destroy
him. She wanted to sink her teeth into his skin, hearing him moan
in pain and pleasure simultaneously.
    “Who are you?” she asked out the window.
    He chuckled, “All in due time love.”
    “Its Hanna, not love.”
    “Hanna isn’t actually your name.”
    She pulled her head in the window giving him a
look of absurdity, “What?”
    He shook his head, “No your real name is Maria
Hanna Jekyll.”
    She burst into laughter, “Jekyll, no it's
Holland”
    He put his hands in the air, “Its true your
father changed his name several times in his life. But your real
last name is Jekyll. Your first named came from his mother, an
Italian woman who married a Scottish man named Jekyll.”
    “In the seventeen hundreds right?”
    He grinned mischievously, “You’ve read the
journals.”
    She nodded as the car made its way into the
night traffic downtown, "It's too bizarre to understand."
    He leaned into her, “There is much for you to
understand Hanna.” His breath swept softly across her face
increasing her heartbeats. Her breath became ragged as he leaned
against her speaking slowly, “I’ve always wondered about you. I was
forbidden to make contact while he was alive."
    She looked into his dark blue eyes, so dark they
appeared to be black from a distance. Up close they were crystal
clear and navy. The darkest longest lashes she had ever seen,
framed his beautiful eyes. His skin was olive and smooth, as if no
beard grew on his face but up close she could see the stubble very
faintly. His dark hair sat perfectly coifed on his head, as if a
stylist had readied him to come and see her. He had a slight faux
hawk with his hair being pulled forward and not one strand out of
place. His face was strong with chiseled cheekbones and jaw line.
His lips were as sensual as she recalled. They moved with his
breath, that was apparently as ragged as her own. He examined her
as she did him. She noticed how his upper lip twitched as if he
wanted to say something.
    She smiled, “Where are we going?”
    He leaned in pressing his lips against hers
softly at first. The taste of his mouth filled hers, the amber
incense filled her nostrils.